It was a sticky day when they met. The almost fifteen year old boy stood in the middle of the street- right next to the bench where he would take his "break's", so to say. Sitting down, the boy sighed resentfully. Had his parents not fallen into debt and left him such a large amount to pay, Everett wouldn't be advertising his lemonade stand, Ever Lemon. He'd thought it was a cool name- when he was eleven. What possessed him to choose such a childish name?
Snapping out of his thoughts, the boy noticed a girl shuffling toward him at a relaxed pace. Her chocolate brown eyes were squinted, looking directly at the sign set in the boy's hand. Once she reached him, her finger went up to point at the sign making her braided hair sway.
"Whats that?"
"Its my Lemonade stand advertisement."
"You know..."
"What?"
"You forgot something."
"...No I didn't..."
"Yes. Right there."
"Thats a blank space."
"Exactly. Its missing something."
"Im getting angry now. It's not missing anything and I'm certainly not changing anything."
"Suit yourself."
"I will."
"..."
"..."
"...You come here often?"
"..."
"..."
"Sure?"
"So whats your name?"
"It's Everett. Your's?"
"My name is Rose. Like the flower."
"...I know what a rose is."
"You're awfully snarky for a boy who sells lemonade."
"What's that even have to do with it?"
"Nothing."
"...Okay then."
"Well I've got to go. Catch you tomorrow."
"Or not..."
"I heard that!"
